Tatterdemalion: The Lunar Province of Secunda. 'Lady Nerevar', on 03 Jan 2012 - 01:48 AM, said: That particular secret isn't mine to share. But its owner should be along shortly with a big goody bag. Aha! So you do have insider knowledge! Are there any illustrations of Vehkships or Sunbirds in existence? Also did Nerevar use a spaceship to reach Secunda?
(or was it Masser?) I know! Quote Belief-engines, properly called the “Auxiliary Semi-Shockpoint Nilgularity”, provide energy for short dream-sleeve jumps in case a Vehkship’s main ego is damaged, allowing the C0DA Paravant to potentially get to the safety of a voidyard orbital. Auxiliary- Secondary Semi-Shockpoint- Not sure what the difference could be between a Shockpoint and Semi-Shockpoint, but I'd guess it refers to some sort of primer effect, an explosion or reaction to set another action in motion. Nilgularity- Nil=0, so Nilgularity could mean a zero-point location or any location not dependent on location. Vehkship Ego- This one nearly stumps me. Mnemolic- Also a stumper. 1. Return false. █╪₧HHH.;--? -/--ul-......0. Infrasleeve B6-125: Channel granted. Though its existence was never questioned, the invisible walls of Empire have kept the above document beyond the reach of the Society for far too long.
We thank confrater Elk (extension of the Null Oath to Cervidae pending) for his efforts in safely and discreetly carrying these texts across the Jeralls and for restoring our access to the local infrasleeve thought-anchors. Now that the Society once again has a foothold in the free North, we would like to celebrate the occasion by transmitting the remainder of the aforementioned unpublished Pocket Guide. Be forewarned that transmission will be fractured at best and may contain inaccuracies introduced by unreliable relays.
Apart from the host of thalmorite counter-notions that traditionally monitor our channels, the material itself is subject to various cryptocharms installed in the Septim era, often under-maintained beyond repair. Tenders To The Mane: Lleswer "Welcome. The Heart of Heaven and the Imperial Earth. Infrasleeve B9-02: Channel granted. Continuing transmission. The next fragment of the reputedly heretical Pocket Guide To The Empire is released with the express disclaimer that the Society cannot vouch for its origin or content. Where our confraters expected to find what they knew to be a heavily censored panegyric on the achievements of greater Cyrod, they instead discovered the following text, which appears entirely extraneous to the manuscript that was liberated from the Imperial archives.
Indeed, by unknown means it seems to have supplanted the original article after the date of print, leaving only an orphaned introductory paragraph and a few blurred words behind. Though its exact origins may well remain a mystery, the Society has decided to disseminate its contents, if only to provide a more worthwhile read than the vapid bombast it accidentally (?) Replaced. Attached: PGE-tyg72k, key=tamrlc_common, content=manuscript The Heart of Heaven and the Imperial Earth Time is running out. Tenders to the Mane. Tsirelsyn's Bound. A letter written in uncertainty. (Foundational document of old-as-earth Altmeri edaphological philothea, submitted in tribute to all you sundered lovers out there. We feel ya.) Dear love, The dawn is beautiful, is it not?
The horizon. The sun. I wanted to write this letter because I have something to share with you. There’s no guarantee that I can. I see your skeptical eyebrow, my Mother, and raise you a confession: my vehemence is little more than a mask for my heart’s niggling seed of self-identity with the things I denounce. It may seem strange. So often we live in dreams. But not all the world remembers its tragedy. But I have tried that, and found it impossible. That is not pain. I once told you that I would not miss you – not out of cruelty, although it was cruel, but out of simple disdain for the feeling.
I have to. This is the most important part. It is very easy. Confusion is the key. Put technically: See it thus: Uncertainty is the seat of understanding. Echoes of Godhead. Echoes of Godhead A perception-pattern for your perusal: the splintering of primary Godhead and its echoes throughout existence. Not one Godhead, but many. Tier zero: Fundamental Godhead in sensory deprivation [1] - All creation is subgradient. The zeroth gradient of existence is Fundamental Godhead. Tier one: Aurbis [2] - Anu and Padhome, stasis and change, both vast realms sitting in the void, they created it. Anu’s firstborn, for he mostly desired order, was time, anon Akatosh. He saw the Tower, for a circle turned sideways is an “I”. The ‘I’ Lorkhan saw was the individuality of Aurbis.
. [3] - The Aedroth Aka, who goes by so many names as to perhaps already suggest what I'm about to commit to memospore, is completely insane. The moment described in Eat the Dreamer is the same moment as described in Vehk’s teachings [2]; the moment in which Lorkhan, one thought-aspect of Aurbis, went outside of himself and witnessed his own individuality. Tier two: Mundus Summary This space reserved. Demystifying the Dwemer. I recommend you to read Echoes of Godhead and Final Report to Trebonius before this, as I do not re-establish here the concepts explicated therein. Demystifying the Dwemer [1] - “It was unfashionable among the Dwemer to view their spirits as synthetic constructs three, four, or forty creational gradients below the divine.
During the Dawn Era they researched the death of the Earth Bones, what we call now the laws of nature, dissecting the process of the sacred willing itself into the profane. I believe their mechanists and tonal architects discovered systematic regression techniques to perform the reverse -- that is, to create the sacred from the deaths of the profane. As the Dwemer left no corpses or traces of conflict behind, I believe that generations of ritualistic 'anti-creations' resulted in their immediate, but foreseen removal from the Mundus.
They retreated behind math, behind color, behind the active principle itself. . [5] - "Xal, a Human Maruhkati, Port Telvanis: Ah. Winterhold Forthrow Headway-Bewrit. Hewn By Reard: Thine Rune Is SleightSovnbight: Yare With Open EarsFastness Laws: Harald's Bones Incrofting Tidings and hale health, Great Wyrm; 'Tis I your trothen yokeman, Shaldr Glim-Tree, Headcleverman of the Winter's Hold Forthrow. I am sending word today of our team's headway; but first, great heed you is owed, m'Lud, for the doomworthing siger over the Southrons at Fall Kreath. I and my team passed the honey-horn trind the workhall when the goody news reached us. The Sjardalls ought to know better than to make war on their own warlearners, and by your might they must be surely learned to smarting. Unhappily however, I am truly the saddest man under sky to say that the most clever of clevermen in all Skyrim have not had samewise sigspeed.
The bynamed 'Horker's Teeth' clevercraftling is a stubborn deer, her deep, brainaddling ghostwonder shaking off all offwilled weirds. The unlikehood between aldstuffs is down to the bulkweight of navelgrits by motescoring. Spoiler Hail Siger, Sundais Ut-Ulmscyrod: Happy Mother's Day, Alessia. Excerpt from the Heretical Evangle of Teo: In those days of lotus and citrus, years after the storm that swept White-Gold and the Celestial Mandate into the hands of Men, all the diadochi of the Heartlands were recalled to Weye-on-Rumar to take special council around the chaise of the High-Highness.
Ostensibly, the cenacle was convened for the maintenance of our young Imperium, as ever, proceeding in byzantine intrications of well-spoken, stone-dense court volleys of policy and rhetoric, lobbed, quite under-the-hand, between well-silked nests of asps and vultures. But is was an open secret among the patricians that Her health, the breath especially, had not been the finest for some time - and after a quite terrible fall the previous summer (tripped by a wild caprice of her beloved whistlepig, Polchra), thick-bodied eunuchs were posted at Her side at all times, plus 2-score handmaids and a full complement of Legion healers kept on retainer just down the hall.
Lessons From The Old Ways of The Reachmen. Lessons From The Old Ways of The Reachmenas told by the hag sisters of Cut-Vein Creek to Quisutdeus Ioriuus (author of such beloved works as “Anywhere But Elsweyr” and “The Gospel of Dibella: lovin’ on the run”) “ Come, sit with us by the fire Southron., good, now have a drink of this. It’ll help your ears hear the witch-words of our people, breathed from one Gut-reader to another since before your folk learned how to live without the weight of an Elven yoke… Old long since, before the Nordmen learned their sheep-buggery, before the river-snake learned his venom, the rock his hardness, and before the seasons knew to work in shifts, the rivers to go down from the mountains, or the hare to let the fox chase him – There the naught by a great bedless, bankless, river, unending, unmade, colored with every possibility in spring or fall-tide.
Its name was Sìddh, and home only to the great horn’d trout, Aórbhas. “ Anyway, where was I? “Oh my father and his brother, at last you may know me. Spec: Hag Tales of Crag'Cwmlech. Summing-up the Amaranth. A ghost is on the forum ; the 6 month and 13 threads long Amaranth discussion. Those who participated to it since the begining have more or less a good idea of the conclusions drawn, but most of the people on the lore forum don't. Now, it is done ; the answer (raising more questions than before) has been given as Toesock birthday present : Toesock, on 20 Oct 2013 - 01:38 AM, said: Haha guess I better spillSpoiler22:29] <%MK> (That's such a [censored] good choice of music)[22:29] <%MK> Okay, here it goes[22:29] <%MK> and it's not easy[22:29] <%MK> but it's easier than you think[22:29] * Toesock anticipates[22:30] <+Thrice-Sock> ^[22:30] <+SemblioSocktii> ^^[22:30] <Mojo-Sock> ^^^[22:30] <%MK> First, you need some terms/names to follow this[22:30] <%MK> Kepler[22:30] <%MK> The Great Conjunction[22:30] <%MK> Trigons[22:31] <%MK> Nibriu[22:31] <%MK> I hid this a long time ago[22:31] <silentsock> wait which nibiru?
The supposed planet or the Babylonian astronomy term? Quick rundown: Not true. Pentannual Census of the Houses of Morrowind, Post Red-Year 4E 166. Imperial Dreamsleeve Transmission #A10918234 Encryption: Preponderous Priority: Mediocre Clearance: Penitus Oculatus, Agents of the Fourth and Fifth Outer Circles; Intrattendants of the Subjacent Board of Trade; Peripatetic Members of the Mnemocyte Investigatory Commission; Honourable Adepts of the Ancestor Shawl Looms (special attention of M & D); Equi-Valent Retainers of the Prime Transaurbic Relay, Etc. Etc. For The Attention of Those Whom It Concerns: Pentannual Census of the Houses of Morrowind, Post Red-Year In Partial Fulfilment Of the Terms of the Act of Ash Restitution 4E 32 Compiled under the Thrice-Blessed Authority --Bedt—Ayem—Meht-- Of the Grand Council of the New North Oran-Mathmel-Within-Solstheim Intraglyph: Redacted with Commentary for the elevation of the appropriately refined intellects under the supervision of Seleucius Quarens Ristiphal; Attendant-at-Large to the Esteemed Elder Council; Knight Commandant of Sutch-As-Was, Keeper of the River-Drakes, Groom of the Stool etc.
This Many Goblins Left the Cave. So this one time there was these goblins in a cave. These goblins...How many goblins was there? It don't matter. Anyways, there was these goblins, okay, and so then this one goblin says...What goblin was it? It don't matter. This one goblin says "Why we don't go out the cave a second? "I bet it a trick.Yeah, okay. Anyway, so he says that, and then he says "I been out there and it's real nice. "